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But Alan considers himself lucky that he was not taken to a private island, but was smuggled to the United States.

At this moment, he was eating a large ice cream while reading the newspaper with the headline "Customs intercepts the abducted ship and the freedom shines on the United States forever."

The ship Eren was very familiar, as he had only teleported from the ship yesterday with his wandering ultimate.

In the news, the important role of the customs was greatly praised, and it was declared that all the recalcitrant trafficking gangs had been killed, and that the orphans of the trafficked children, except for those who could be returned to their places of origin, would be adopted by the National Welfare Institute at the decision of the great American government.

This piece of news received a lot of positive reviews, and Alan was very happy with it - although the gang didn't receive the payment, the money they brought was okay, of course, it was only Alan who searched for them. Alan reckoned that there was a secret vault on board, otherwise the cash would be a little less for a bunch of guys who had been doing it for so long.

Unfortunately, Alan didn't have much time to look for a possible vault, and one of the guys he killed fell into the sea, and the smell of blood drew on a lot of sharks - which caught the attention of the customs ship.

Therefore, his original plan to search carefully before releasing the signal was completely shattered, so he had to hurriedly teleport away.

But now the problem is - although he has a lot of money, he can't find a way to exchange it for Galleons!

Just like the British currency pound must be exchanged at Gringotts, the dollar is not a currency that can be used directly, the system does not recognize it, especially Alan can't find where the magic shopping street in the United States is!

He couldn't catch people and ask them one by one - Hey, are you a wizard? Well, sorry to bother, do you know where to get to the Wizard Bank? Or, excuse me, how do you get to the wizard gathering point?

Hehe, that picture is so joyful.

He'll be caught in a mental hospital before he finds the wizarding world in America, right?

But none of these are the first things - the most important thing is that Alan needs an identity that can walk freely in the face of officials, commonly known as a fake certificate.

This is not a difficult thing to do, and even if the United States does not have advertisements everywhere in telephone poles and toilets, there are still a lot of institutions that do similar functions - and let's not forget that the United States is the largest smuggled country in the world.

Such an agency is still very easy to find if you want to, because there are local snakes who know everything - the bartender.

Allen's city is an obscure city with a small harbor, and there are only two industries that are most developed here - fishing and taverns - fishing and taverns, and of course, the smuggling and trafficking of some illegal drugs brought by private location are also very large industries.

Here and there are a clutter of taverns on the outside, with their strange signs and decorated in all sorts of ways, and underground buildings that are far more luxurious than those above ground.

Eating from the sea has always been a life of life, so different sailors often have strange beliefs among themselves, and their reverence for the gods is the weakest - sometimes they will turn their heads to serve other gods because of a storm.

Guys who can save a fortune on alcohol, illegal drugs, and **** tend to choose to open a bar in a place they are familiar with, and their beliefs dictate what kind of building they will choose - which is where so many model taverns come from.

Bar owners are human spirits, and their boastful adventures tend to bring them a lot of popularity, and for the sake of profit, they tend to wear many hats - they dare to do anything that makes money, alcohol, illegal drugs, gambling, sex, smuggled goods, selling stolen goods, and introducing customers to smugglers.

Allen's business is exactly what these bars are doing.

As soon as he pushed open the old but well-maintained door of the bar, the bartender began to lead the way with a taunt - "Yo, little ghost, we don't sell juice here!"

"What kind of wine do half-grown children drink, go back and drink their mother's milk!"

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Alan just glanced at the treats and found the one who laughed the most.

He stepped forward a few steps and walked to the man's side with a sweet smile, and then, the wine glass on the man's table was picked up by Alan and slapped directly on the man's face.

"Smack!" beer and broken glass splattered, and the man was bleeding directly from the blow - but not badly, and Alan was not ready to die.

"Bastard, you!—ah!" The man was about to teach the boy a hard lesson after the blow, but Allen's knee on top of him solved all the problems directly, and the faint sound of cracking eggs made the air in the bar quiet for a while.

When Alan walked to the door with the loudest guy and threw it out like garbage, there were cheers and whistles from the audience - fights are a common occurrence here, and although the protagonist is a little young today, it doesn't affect their cheers at all.

Alan shoved ten dollars directly at the bar, which softened the bartender's expression from gloomy to cold - it's okay to fight, but it's okay to pay compensation or something.

"Can you get any news?" Alan snapped his fingers.

"Of course, this money will also get you a little important news in addition to compensation, and Bob has always been fair and just," the bartender put down the glass he was wiping and put away the dollar.

"I think I need some help, about household registration or something. ”

"Oh no! it's almost worthless news—he cried, and he was thrown out and with the drunks just because of the news!" the bartender, looking like you're teasing me, gave Alan the address of the person who had done the forgery.

Then, he pushed over a full glass of wine - "And then, boy, Bob has always been just!"

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Following Bob's guidance, Alan found a remote alley.

The dirty gutters, littering garbage, and flying flies gave him the urge to use magic in the dirtiest alleys he'd ever seen, and he had to be careful not to step on the loose tiles as he walked, because that meant a stream of black, stinking stagnant water would splash out next—he couldn't help but wonder that the guy who boasted to be the best witness could be so miserable?

After he covered his nose and knocked on the door for a long time, there was finally a response from inside the door—even through the door, Alan could hear the endless drunkenness coming from the voice.

Just as Eren was about to explain his purpose to him, the man who opened the door suddenly felt something familiar to Eren from his pants as if he was not drunk—and then, from that wand, shot a white light at Alan!

ps:It seems that today's three more can't be completed.,Sorry.,Make it up tomorrow.。。。 Good night everyone